App of the Month: September Edition!

Hello everyone,

How are you all? Before I share my obsession with a new application I have downloaded on my iPhone, I would just like to thank you all for your positive comments on some of my previous blog posts. I love and appreciate all sorts of feedback, and I am especially grateful for the kind comments I have recently read! 

Seeing as end of year exams are approaching, I have been trying to maximise my health by exercising and eating foods that keep me feeling energised and refreshed. In a bid to do so, I decided that I would download some applications that will support my journey and recently found the Lorna Jane application. 

With four tabs: Move, Nourish, Believe and Me, the smart phone application covers all bases of emotional and physical health.

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www.movenourishbelieve.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/3workoutessentials_03.jpg.

The 'Move' tab enables you to track your physical exercise. It addresses nearly all forms of exercise from walking and running, to bootcamp and yoga. I love utilising this tool as it not only measures the distance you travel while running, or your average speed, but also the calories you burn. I feel that this in itself is a source of motivation for me, as I am continuously trying to improve the speed and time of my most recent form of exercise. But it does not stop here.

The 'Nourish' tab takes you to an internet page with an array of healthy recipes. One of my favourites? The 'Cacao Digestive Bites'! What I enjoy about this device is that it provides simple yet healthy alternatives to the sweet fixes I often crave- especially late at night when I am watching Big Brother!

One of my favourite elements of this application is the 'Believe' tab. When experiencing times of stress and anxiety, the 'Believe' tab offers inspirational quotes that reinforce an atmosphere of positivity. The one on my iPhone right now says, "It's not about doing extraordinary things but doing ordinary things in an extraordinary way." To make things even better, if you need more words of wisdom, there is a refresh option!

Lastly, the "Me" tab is simply a profile that offers you the chance to fill out your weight, height, date of birth and gender to track your calories burned during exercise. Though, do not feel put off by this, the form is not compulsory to fill out, and just an option.

I can strongly say that the Lorna Jane application has supported my health journey. It supports me during physical activity, as well as during times when I need a little motivation. I thoroughly recommend this application to each and every one of you and know that it will assist your physical and emotional health significantly!

What smart phone application do you consider the best? Leave a comment to let me know or tweet me @_chelsealiz.

Chelsea Elizabeth xx

September Designer Wish List!

It's that time again; you know, the one where I list my favourite designer items. The monthly task of selecting my favourite luxury pieces is quite difficult. If you visit net-a-porter.com, you will understand why. 

Despite the array of quality products I faced, this month I have chosen items that are wearable day and night, and that evoke fun and youth. I have sought inspiration from many to create this wish list including Kim Kardashian, Miley Cyrus and Kylie Jenner.

1. Nitan jersey midi dress by THE ROW- $811.10

2. Nylite canvas tennis sneakers by Tretorn- $103.73 

3. Embellished leather cap by Moschino- $394.75

4. Embroidered leather shoulder bag by Moschino- $1238

All images by and items available at net-a-porter.com. 

Let me know what items you think should have made the Frenchy designer wish list for September!

Chelsea Elizabeth xx

Level Two

As you may or may not know, I am in my final year of high school and I am currently studying literature. For an assignment, I was required to write a short story that mimicked the style of Australian author Cate Kennedy in her short story collection 'Dark Roots'. Finally having finished it, I thought it would be a great opportunity to share it with you all. 

Let me know what you think, 

Chelsea Elizabeth xx

Level Two

“Did the cleaner come on Friday?” mum asked nanna who was sitting in the back seat of the car. I looked in the rear view mirror anxiously, as a messy knot formed in my stomach. I saw a lifeless figure whose head was tilted to the side. Her lips bubbled urgently with saliva, like a kitchen pot left too long on the stove.

          

I don’t remember how I had managed to safely pull over. All I can recall is mum’s incessant whimpering accompanied by the sound of passing cars. Paralysed with fear, I stared blankly into the sea of cars that ebbed past us. A dream. Unable to run. Frozen in time.

“Wake up,” I cried as I shook her soft body still constrained by a seat belt. I thought of when I slept over nanna’s; the way she would eagerly wake me for her French toast. No response emerged, only delicate murmurs, which had escaped her clenched jaw. The sun glinted at the garish pink sticker on her top. I gave it to her that morning in her mother’s day card. It read, “World’s Greatest Nanna” in a cursive blue font.

I noticed the gushing vehicles. The indifferent voice on the phone told us to lie nanna down in the back seat. I unbuckled her and with mum, lifted her legs onto the greyish leather upholstery like two lumps of led. I counted her every precious breath as the toneless voice told me to. One. Two. Three. Twelve minutes passed until I heard the wailing siren and watched the awaited vehicle sail from the stretched road behind us.

School the next day was normal; at least as normal as it could have been after almost losing nanna twice. I walked through the black gates, as overbearing as the ones at the cemetery, noticing every face I passed. It struck me that each had different experiences; each had secrets and demons that made them perceive the world differently.

At lunchtime, we gravitated to the cold, damp pavement and sat in a circle. I continually clutched the phone in my pocket, checking for any updates on nanna’s state. I listened as they spoke about food; about the little calories in a low- fat, carb- free snack they had discovered. A part of me selfishly wished they would analyse me like the packet of rice crackers.

I tried to shut out the sound of the ruffling packaging, and the passer-by’s feet shuffling on the concrete. I looked across at my friend, who was engrossed in the homework she forgot to do for her next class. I observed her fingers willingly forcing down each key, creating a pulse- like pattern.

I walk home from school. I imagine I am in a movie; one of those scenes following the climax, where the protagonist experiences a dilemma. I see the darkening sky as the camera hones in on me- or maybe zooms out. I walk along the dark cracked path, where brown autumn leaves are piled. None but the Lonely Heart plays, “ a classic” as nanna said- though would she want a classic? Perhaps Unchained Melody from Ghosts; a movie I had caught her watching so many times. As I walk along the footpath, flowers bow- no bend- towards me, becoming remnants of what once was. End scene.

The walls are pale, just like the inanimate figures they hold. Lifelessness echoes throughout the halls. I observe the businessman beside me, whose hair is dishevelled and who clenches a crusty tissue in his wrinkly hand. I wonder whom he is here for. Without talking, we understand. Ding. Level 2. I have to ring a doorbell to enter the ward, and when the doors open, a uniform leads me to her bed. I see a man with a swollen crimson eye, the size of a golf ball and feel repulsed. I quickly turn away.

I immediately notice her lying on a bed devoid of inclination. I look at mum who avoids eye contact. She breathes deeply, and composes herself as the doctor steps in. My thoughts are obstructed by the blurring sound of hospital machinery. My eyes are magnetized to the changing figures of her heartbeat. 141. 154. 130. 161. “And this must be your granddaughter,” he says. I stare at his handlebar moustache. Impressive. I wonder how long it would have taken him to grow it. He takes my nanna’s coarse hand and caresses it. “How are you feeling though?” he asks. She almost nods as tears fill her despondent eyes.

A stale odour permeates the waiting room. I notice a flashing red light on the worn espresso button as I sit on the warm, saggy couch. Es-press-o, I widely pronounce under my breath. It puzzles me; how people can stand the taste of coffee. I stare blankly at the wall, which is of a yellow colour, the shade of a residue, which was once something brighter. It’s not quite white. It’s not quite cream, and it’s not quite yellow.

 Thump, I hear as the lady sits down. I see an extensive dent on the wall where the top of the chair must hit every time it is used. The man across from me doesn’t even flinch to the sound, but is consumed by his crossword puzzles. It seems all too familiar, as though he has been here before.

The rhythmic sound of the machinery can still be heard. “The coffee is terrible”, a lady says to me as she holds a white foam cup. I politely laugh. Maybe she was the wife of the man with the distended eyes. Though she could be the wife, daughter, sister, friend, or cousin of anyone. Who even cares.